A taste of the golden years.

I walked into the lower level of the St. Paul student center today to grab some grub at the GopherSpot. Simple and ordinary enough.

But of course, I happen to glance left towards the theatre, and lo and behold, the tech booth was open. There was Sam, the strips of tape on the wall from our past shows, the rickety stools, and the recessed lighting. Everything that would begin to spark my senses and drive me in there. It was kind of bewildering. I still can't get used to being in this place. Too many ghosts, I guess.

On a brighter note, I am eating cereal.

Now I'm going to class.

Then Kaiya comes :D

Shalom.